spective, I see that the spatial rift is now about 100 meters in diameter. It has shrunk to around 80 meters, which is a full circle smaller than before.Qin Chuchu said, "It's really small. What's the..."Dead, he's actually dead!"

Staring at the scene before them, everyone present was dumbfounded and couldn't believe their eyes.

Just now, Park Jung-cheun was full of vigor and spirit, but now he has become a corpse.

After a brief silence, the scene erupted in thunderous cheers.

“We won, we won…”

"Rubbish Korean medicine, actually dare to come to our China and be arrogant, it's simply courting death..."

"Long live the medical immortal! Long live Traditional Chinese Medicine! Long live China!"

According to the previous competition rules, this year's DouYi Competition adopts a best-of-three format.

Now Ye Bufan has won two games in a row, and has already secured victory. Even if he loses the final game, China will ultimately win.

All the Chinese people present were incredibly excited. The three top experts from Dog-poop Land were completely helpless in front of our Medical Immortal.

That quick-handed needle master, Che Fan Gen, didn't even have the courage to make a move and just slunk away.

Park Jeong-chun did get on stage, but so what He only took seven steps before he played himself.

And on the other side of the Bongbong Nation, there was a deathly silence. Now only Pharmacist Park Jai-sang remained, his face so gloomy it seemed like rain would pour from it.

The three of them came brimming with confidence, but in the end one ran away without a fight, another met his untimely demise, and only he is left sitting here.

All of this is because of the young man before us.

All calculations and expectations failed, as they didn't foresee a medical immortal suddenly emerging from China.

"No, this person absolutely cannot be left alive. We must eliminate him, or the Han medical profession will never see the light of day."

Alice also felt it was time to announce the end of the competition. She walked to the center of the ring and was about to formally announce the results of this medical duel.

"Hold on, the game isn't over yet."

Park Jae-sang strode onto the stage. "Alice President, according to the three out of two victory format, we still have one match left."

Alice spread her hands. "Sir, you've already lost two rounds. It doesn't really matter whether we play the rest or not."

That's different, we fight for honor.

Park Jae-Sang said in a firm voice, "One last match, I still challenge this Medical Immortal."

Alice looked at Ye Bufan helplessly, seeking his opinion.

"No problem, I said it a long time ago, just keep challenging us if you dare."

Ye Bufan said calmly, "Let's hear it, what will you challenge in the third round"

The crowd below were about to celebrate victory, but hearing there was a third game, they immediately sat back down and watched the stage with renewed interest.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime event, something you can brag about to your friends back home.

Park Jae-sang's face flashed a hint of malice: "I want to compete with you in using medicine, specifically using poison. I wonder if you dare to compete."

Although he is nicknamed "The Medicine King," he is actually a "Poison King" who excels at using poisons.

Just moments ago, he had made up his mind. As long as Ye Bufan dared to accept the challenge, he would definitely poison this young man to death. Otherwise, in the future, he would be a major thorn in the side of Han Yi.

Ye Bufan frowned slightly: "We are doctors, not poison masters. Isn't using poison a bit inappropriate"

"This is not right. Even though we are doctors, if we don't know how to use poisons and are unfamiliar with their toxicity, how can we possibly antidote them"

"You can't just turn away patients who might be poisoned, can you"

Actually, what he said is twisting the facts. Detoxification and poisoning are completely different concepts.

But Ye Bufan didn't mind. Having cultivated the Chaotic Scripture to the Nascent Soul stage, he was now a body impervious to poisons. Since the other party wanted to play, he would play along.

"Well, if you insist on comparing yourself to me, be my guest. How do you propose we do this"

Park Jae-sang said, "It's simple. We poison each other and then we antidote ourselves."

Ye Bufan was slightly taken aback: “This isn’t good, what if I poison you and you can’t antidote it What if I poison you to death”

"Then I can only blame myself for my poor skills. The poison was eaten by me, and it has nothing to do with you."

Park Jae-sang was supremely confident in his own toxicity. He didn't believe this young man could poison him.

"The same goes for this. Although I provided the poison, you chose to drink it. If you die from it, you can't blame me."

Alice said in surprise, "We're in a Medical Showdown, not a mutual killing contest. Can we change the competition format"

Park Jae-sang shook his head. "As a doctor, I can't be a coward. That's my challenge. I wonder if China dares to accept it."

"No problem, where's your poison Let me try some."

Ye Bufan looked indifferent. Since the other party wanted to die, he didn't have to be merciful.

Park Jae-sang flashed a sinister smile and waved his hand at the crowd below. Immediately, two men carried up a square table.

He took out six small porcelain bottles and placed them on the table. The six white porcelain bottles were identical, with no markings whatsoever.

If you don't look carefully, you can't tell what's inside.

“These are all the poisons I concocted before. Feel free to choose one.”

These six vials of poison were carefully prepared by him, originally as a precaution.

According to their previous judgment, China could not win a single game, but unexpectedly this became the final resort.

Park Jae-sang said, “Similarly, you can also take out the poison now and give it to me. I'll eat it and figure out a way to antidote myself.”

"No rush, let me try this poison first. It looks quite good."

Ye Bufan pulled a chair over from the side and sat down. He reached out, took the first small porcelain bottle, unscrewed the stopper, and sniffed it with his nose.

Seeing his actions, Park Jae-sang's face darkened.

This is poison he personally concocted, any one of them is extremely poisonous. No one except himself can antidote it.

As a doctor, one must always be extremely careful when dealing with poison.

Look at this guy, he's acting like nothing happened. He's just sniffing it with his nose! Could there be wine in there

Is this person thinking they have nine lives, or are they truly clueless

Even an ordinary person would know that it's poison and wouldn't do something so childish, right

Just as he thought the other party would be poisoned on the spot, Ye Bufan directly grabbed the small porcelain bottle, poured the powder in his palm, and then gently twirled it with his fingers.

"Um..."

Park Jae-sang's eyebrows jumped. This was the poison he had concocted, so he naturally knew its toxicity well. Just a touch on the skin would cause it to seep into the bloodstream, even an ox couldn't withstand it.

The next scene almost made his nose crooked. Ye Bufan showed no signs of poisoning; instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a white napkin to hang on his chest.

And then, with a reach, he pulled out a small plate and a spoon from his pocket.

He has no idea what this guy keeps in his pockets. He seems to have everything in there. What is he even carrying this out for

With everything ready, Ye Bufan still carefully adjusted his posture, just like going to a restaurant for a meal.

Then he poured the poison from the small vial into his plate, and using a spoon, he slowly ate it, savoring it.

Park Jae-sang's mouth twitched, almost choking on his own saliva.

Is this poison, guys

This guy sniffed it with his nose, and used his fingers to touch the poison, that's bad enough. Now he's actually eating it! Does he want to die fastere what it feels like to feed a demonic beast. Now it's real. Spiritual trauma plus physical punishment, this is your best destiny."After he finished speaking, with a flick of his hand, the triangular...